Beside the Statue of Martyr
Brajeshwor Moirangthem *
A statue of a martyr,
Who had died for the cause of the masses,
Stood at a faraway consecrated ground.
Ancestors regarded a red-letter day;
To the Living Soul
For the descendants to pay homage.
I was standing
At the far end of the ground
Watching the scene
Some actors put on the show...
A long queue of king, dacoits and diplomats,
Knights, Noblemen, Feudal lords, gangsters.
Fossils and followers regurgitate
Oft-mentioned mechanical message...
Peace, progress, development,
Safety, stability, freedom,
Food, life, cloth, honour, house.
How far exemplary are they?
The Living Soul winked at me
And He made allegations of sleaze:
The looters of public property
Whose houses soon rocketed high;
He told me a sob story:
A tale of the land of contractors and merchants.
A king, deaf and dumb...
A sorcerer...lulled his subjects
Into a false sense of security.
Five lakhs a life, a job for the mourners.
Departed souls feel absolutely shattered...
A land of widows, orphans, widowers, childless parents.
A king who takes the pledge of an egalitarian society,
A leader, sincere and unmasked,
Noblemen, noble and honourable,
A native who can lead his countrymen to a land of paradise
People who can speak their hearts.
O, Savior! Where hast thou gone?
* Poem written by Brajeshwor Moirangthem for Hueiyen Lanpao
This poem was webcasted on August 21 2014.
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